Why did the teller not raise the wicket and shove out the money in a coveted pile?
Carlton seemed to feel that something was wrong.

The line lengthened and those at the end of the queue began to grow restive at the delay.

One of the bank's officers walked down and spoke to the boy.
Carlton waited no longer.

The game was up.

He rushed from his coign of observation, out of the bank building, and dashed into a telephone booth.
"Quick, Constance," he shouted over the wire, "leave everything.